I still chase after rainbows,

Just to find my pot of gold.

I still stare into the night sky for a shooting star or two,

Just so I can wish for the dreams I dream to maybe come true.

I carry a rabbit’s foot in my pocket,

I have a horse shoe hanging above my front door,

And every time I in the cool spring grass I search for four leaf clovers because I can.

I still believe in the innocence in hoping,

Still have faith in brighter tomorrow just as much as before.

In a world gone crazy,

People think I’ve gone mad,

Because I still believe in everything that dreams are made of,

I still believe in fairy tales.